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he'd hit puberty, he'd heard stories of wolves who had killed human
    partners accidentally while mating with them.
    Human bones lacked the density of his kind. Their skin bruised much more
    easily.
    Carefully, he pressed her back against the wall so that he could feel every
    inch
    of her lush curves against his hardness. The smell of her perfume and skin
    intoxicated him. It was all he could do not to howl in triumph.
    He nibbled his way from her delicate mouth, down her jaw, while he
    reached
    behind her and unhooked her bra. He heard her sharp intake of breath as her
    breasts were freed. They were a lush bounty. Pale and swollen, they
    overflowed
    his hands. He'd never seen anything more beautiful. She laced her hands in
    his
    hair while he dipped his head down to suckle her.
    Closing his eyes, he groaned in pleasure as he ran his tongue around her
    puckered nipple.
    He hadn't touched a female in almost a yeara record for him. But since the
    night his sister had died, his life had shot from bad to worse and there hadn't
    been anyone who appealed to him.
    Not to mention that memories of Bride the one time he had seen her in the
    Square
    had haunted him. Midnight fantasies of him taking her in every position
    known.
    Of him exploring every single inch of her succulent body.
    He'd spent hours damning himself for not leaving Sunshine to her own
    devices and
    following after this woman.

Protecting Sunshine had cost him everything, and for what? For a damned
    Dark-Hunter's happiness?
    No good deed goes unpunished.
    It was Fury's favorite saying. A rogue wolf, Fury was as unreliable and
    selfish
    as any, but there were times when the wolf was amazingly astute.
    But now as Vane held Bride in his arms and felt her soft, tender body
    against
    his, he felt a strange sense of comfort that had eluded him all these past
    months.
    It didn't erase the pain he felt at the loss of his siblings, but it lightened
    it.
    And that alone made her priceless to him.
    Bride couldn't think straight as she watched Vane savoring her breasts. He
    looked as if he were tasting divinity. Her body burned in rich desire. He was
    spectacular.
    His eyes were hooded and dark She stared at his back in the mirror and
    wondered
    at the scars that marred his smooth, tanned flesh. She touched the ridges of
    them while he moved from her right to her left breast.
    What had happened to him to cause so many scars? She'd never seen
    anything like
    it. Some of the scars were obviously claw and bite marks that looked like he
    had
    been mauled by some kind of wild animal. One in particular was deep and
    large.
    It went down his shoulder blade, up under his arm.
    There was something so deadly about him and yet he held her with a gentle
    touch.
    He ran his hand down her stomach, burning a trail over her skin.
    Her eyes half-closed, she watched him in the mirror as he dipped his tanned
    hand
    under the elastic of her black panties and touched her intimately.
    Bride groaned at the sensation of his long, tapered fingers separating the
    tender folds of her body so that he could caress her. At the sight of his hand
    playing there in the mirror as he gently sank his fingers deep inside her.
    She moaned at the sight and feel of him.
    It was so odd to be able to see him from so many different angles. To see
    herself being loved by him.
    She should be embarrassed and yet she wasn't. She didn't even feel
    self-conscious. If anything, she felt strangely empowered by it.
    A man like this so hungry for her.
    It was unimaginable.
    Vane kissed his way down her stomach. Moving his hand, he actually pulled
    her
    underwear off with his teeth. He removed her sandals, taking time to rub the
    arches of her feet before he tossed them over his shoulder.
    He crouched on the floor in front of her, looking up with a hot, devouring,
    intense stare. He still wore his jeans and boots while she was completely
    naked.
    Vane couldn't breathe as he watched her. There was still a tinge of fear in
    her,
    but it